Um, they do realize that electing joke candidates is a joke at the expense of the school and the homecoming committee, not said joke candidates, right?

When I was in high school, the band kids used to get together and rig the vote for the most vehemently anti-social student we could find, just as our way to tell all the football/cheerleading types and student government types that were always harassing us and playing popularity games that they could fark right off.

I think my favorite was when we managed to get someone who'd been suspended elected queen, and then when they tried to salvage it by taking the runner-up it was someone that was dead drunk that we'd added as a write-in so they wouldn't have an eye on her.

Albeit, generally we'd let them in on the joke beforehand, but even when we didn't (or when they didn't believe us) the whole point was to pick someone that actively hated the popularity contest thing, so typically they thought it was as funny as we did.

Jim_Callahan:Um, they do realize that electing joke candidates is a joke at the expense of the school and the homecoming committee, not said joke candidates, right?

When I was in high school, the band kids used to get together and rig the vote for the most vehemently anti-social student we could find, just as our way to tell all the football/cheerleading types and student government types that were always harassing us and playing popularity games that they could fark right off.

I think my favorite was when we managed to get someone who'd been suspended elected queen, and then when they tried to salvage it by taking the runner-up it was someone that was dead drunk that we'd added as a write-in so they wouldn't have an eye on her.

Albeit, generally we'd let them in on the joke beforehand, but even when we didn't (or when they didn't believe us) the whole point was to pick someone that actively hated the popularity contest thing, so typically they thought it was as funny as we did.

Yeah, at some point, I think I remember receiving homecoming ballots. I'm not sure. I don't think any of the names rang a bell except maybe one guy I might have known in junior high. I would never have known if the vote was rigged or going to a stoner or a priss.

I had a little bit of fun in high school, but there was so much more to do outside it than worry about popularity contents in a petri dish.

Anyway, this story is so confusing on so many levels, but the headline is a travesty. Subby, you missed the only reference, "kills everyone at the dance."

Not really "cared" so much as that high school for any moderately bright student, meaning about 80% of them, is about twenty hours a week of class in terms of paying attention/actual schoolwork and another 80 hours or so of undiluted free time with some non-binding structure in the form of clubs or easy classes or sports or what have you.

So you kind of had to decide what sounded fun, and make your own entertainment and goals and so on.

Though, that said, we never sabotaged the king election. Probably had to do with the football players being fairly nice guys who would hang out outside the team's social circle, have a smoke and some beer, etc, whereas the queen bee types seemed to be intentionally channeling the villains from an '80s high-school comedy for some reason. Really cliquish, did the weird little power games, kinda surreal honestly.

Honestly, I'm not sure why it worked out that way. I doubt their reasons for being dicks about it were any more or less stupid than our reasons getting in the way like the teenage douchebags we were. Honestly, probably the same core motivation, even artificial conflict no one actually cares about alleviates boredom.

//If you never put an absurd amount of effort into something stupid as a teenager, you must have been a bit dim. The fact that it's silly doesn't make it serious, was kind of my core point.

//I attribute the footballers' easy-going nature with the fact that their hobby was the one available hobby that was essentially an actual job, albeit with the pay-off being getting a ride the hell out of our dead-end town. Thus, no need to make up their own goals or entertainment, they had one and the less drama they had around, the more likely they were to make it.

We elected the 'new girl.' Granted, she was hot- but had just moved to school-- spent maybe two months of her senior year living in our school district. It was a big slap in the face to everyone else, considering 99% of the graduates in my small-town school started kindergarten with us....

Our prom and homecoming courts were chosen at random, of anyone who was going. The person could even decline if they wanted. Then the king/queen were chosen at random from that pool. And as shiatty as my high school was, making that not a popularity contest was actually cool.

God-is-a-Taco:Pretty girl gets bullied for being pretty: Hitler's has returned- send her money and write as many articles about her as possible.

Ugly or nerdy kid gets bullied for being ugly or nerdy: I'll let you know if I hear a story about this happening

Seems like she was probably "bullied" for being poor. Article says she lives in a trailer in the woods. So, I am sure some of the rich city girls made fun of her for not having the best clothes or living in a trailer or whatever.

I knew plenty of attractive people in high school who were "bullied" because of their families income.

Burr:God-is-a-Taco: Pretty girl gets bullied for being pretty: Hitler's has returned- send her money and write as many articles about her as possible.

Ugly or nerdy kid gets bullied for being ugly or nerdy: I'll let you know if I hear a story about this happening

Seems like she was probably "bullied" for being poor. Article says she lives in a trailer in the woods. So, I am sure some of the rich city girls made fun of her for not having the best clothes or living in a trailer or whatever.

I knew plenty of attractive people in high school who were "bullied" because of their families income.

She had plenty of time for being elected Homecoming Queen... when she was living in a van down by the river!

Ugh. I feel for the girl. Same thing happened to me in middle school. Back then I was tall - taller thanjust about every guy in school - and scrawny. No boobs. Glasses. Braces. I looked like a bucktoothedelven scarecrow.

Just before winter break, the principal comes into the cafeteria to announce the king and queen ofthe upcoming winter dance. No surprise, the king was the most popular boy in school. Then came theannouncement of the queen. It was yours truly. Fortunately, I was aware of just how unpopular I wasand I didn't think I was *really* voted queen because people actually liked me. Unfortunately, the kingheard who was to be his queen and promptly abdicated. Vociferously and publicly abdicated.

Mother Nature apparently takes pity on us unlovable geeks and social outcasts from time to time. Arecord breaking blizzard came through over the break and the dance ended up being cancelled.

Um, they do realize that electing joke candidates is a joke at the expense of the school and the homecoming committee, not said joke candidates, right?When I was in high school, the band kids used to get together and rig the vote for the most vehemently anti-social student we could find, just as our way to tell all the football/cheerleading types and student government types that were always harassing us and playing popularity games that they could fark right off.I think my favorite was when we managed to get someone who'd been suspended elected queen, and then when they tried to salvage it by taking the runner-up it was someone that was dead drunk that we'd added as a write-in so they wouldn't have an eye on her.Albeit, generally we'd let them in on the joke beforehand, but even when we didn't (or when they didn't believe us) the whole point was to pick someone that actively hated the popularity contest thing, so typically they thought it was as funny as we did.

digitalrain:Ugh. I feel for the girl. Same thing happened to me in middle school. Back then I was tall - taller thanjust about every guy in school - and scrawny. No boobs. Glasses. Braces. I looked like a bucktoothedelven scarecrow.

Just before winter break, the principal comes into the cafeteria to announce the king and queen ofthe upcoming winter dance. No surprise, the king was the most popular boy in school. Then came theannouncement of the queen. It was yours truly. Fortunately, I was aware of just how unpopular I wasand I didn't think I was *really* voted queen because people actually liked me. Unfortunately, the kingheard who was to be his queen and promptly abdicated. Vociferously and publicly abdicated.

Mother Nature apparently takes pity on us unlovable geeks and social outcasts from time to time. Arecord breaking blizzard came through over the break and the dance ended up being cancelled.

Fano:digitalrain: Ugh. I feel for the girl. Same thing happened to me in middle school. Back then I was tall - taller thanjust about every guy in school - and scrawny. No boobs. Glasses. Braces. I looked like a bucktoothedelven scarecrow.

Just before winter break, the principal comes into the cafeteria to announce the king and queen ofthe upcoming winter dance. No surprise, the king was the most popular boy in school. Then came theannouncement of the queen. It was yours truly. Fortunately, I was aware of just how unpopular I wasand I didn't think I was *really* voted queen because people actually liked me. Unfortunately, the kingheard who was to be his queen and promptly abdicated. Vociferously and publicly abdicated.

Mother Nature apparently takes pity on us unlovable geeks and social outcasts from time to time. Arecord breaking blizzard came through over the break and the dance ended up being cancelled.

...and that's when the C.H.U.D.s came

Cannibalistic humanoid underground dwellers? What do they have to do with my teenage torture years?

digitalrain:Ugh. I feel for the girl. Same thing happened to me in middle school. Back then I was tall - taller thanjust about every guy in school - and scrawny. No boobs. Glasses. Braces. I looked like a bucktoothedelven scarecrow.

Just before winter break, the principal comes into the cafeteria to announce the king and queen ofthe upcoming winter dance. No surprise, the king was the most popular boy in school. Then came theannouncement of the queen. It was yours truly. Fortunately, I was aware of just how unpopular I wasand I didn't think I was *really* voted queen because people actually liked me. Unfortunately, the kingheard who was to be his queen and promptly abdicated. Vociferously and publicly abdicated.

Mother Nature apparently takes pity on us unlovable geeks and social outcasts from time to time. Arecord breaking blizzard came through over the break and the dance ended up being cancelled.

Our homecoming king is manager at the local auto parts store. People still talk about that great football season when he was quarterback and led the team to a 2- 6 season!

filter:digitalrain: Ugh. I feel for the girl. Same thing happened to me in middle school. Back then I was tall - taller thanjust about every guy in school - and scrawny. No boobs. Glasses. Braces. I looked like a bucktoothedelven scarecrow.

Just before winter break, the principal comes into the cafeteria to announce the king and queen ofthe upcoming winter dance. No surprise, the king was the most popular boy in school. Then came theannouncement of the queen. It was yours truly. Fortunately, I was aware of just how unpopular I wasand I didn't think I was *really* voted queen because people actually liked me. Unfortunately, the kingheard who was to be his queen and promptly abdicated. Vociferously and publicly abdicated.

Mother Nature apparently takes pity on us unlovable geeks and social outcasts from time to time. Arecord breaking blizzard came through over the break and the dance ended up being cancelled.

Our homecoming king is manager at the local auto parts store. People still talk about that great football season when he was quarterback and led the team to a 2- 6 season!

How the mighty have fallen. Not that there's anything wrong w/ managing an auto parts store. I daresaythat he had visions of a slightly loftier life, though.

We're not talking a well populated area, it is the most developed part of that area however which isn't saying much. My dad grew up about a 30 minute drive from that town, which isn't much since the only things you see during a drive between West Branch and Whittemore is woods and farms. Most folks in the Whittemore and Prescott area falls into lower income or poverty level, West Branch likes picking at them too. If I didn't have family up there I wouldn't go anywhere near it.

digitalrain:filter: digitalrain: Ugh. I feel for the girl. Same thing happened to me in middle school. Back then I was tall - taller thanjust about every guy in school - and scrawny. No boobs. Glasses. Braces. I looked like a bucktoothedelven scarecrow.

Just before winter break, the principal comes into the cafeteria to announce the king and queen ofthe upcoming winter dance. No surprise, the king was the most popular boy in school. Then came theannouncement of the queen. It was yours truly. Fortunately, I was aware of just how unpopular I wasand I didn't think I was *really* voted queen because people actually liked me. Unfortunately, the kingheard who was to be his queen and promptly abdicated. Vociferously and publicly abdicated.

Mother Nature apparently takes pity on us unlovable geeks and social outcasts from time to time. Arecord breaking blizzard came through over the break and the dance ended up being cancelled.

Our homecoming king is manager at the local auto parts store. People still talk about that great football season when he was quarterback and led the team to a 2- 6 season!

How the mighty have fallen. Not that there's anything wrong w/ managing an auto parts store. I daresaythat he had visions of a slightly loftier life, though.

The gods are on a roll, aren't they? Must've been playing another round of "Can you top this?" One started off, "We'll make him a auto parts salesman." Then another said, "We'll give him a red-head." Then another one, probably a cruel, hungover god, said, "But let's have him be a mighty athlete in high school first so his fall will be all the greater."

shtychkn:Jim_Callahan: Um, they do realize that electing joke candidates is a joke at the expense of the school and the homecoming committee, not said joke candidates, right?

When I was in high school, the band kids used to get together and rig the vote for the most vehemently anti-social student we could find, just as our way to tell all the football/cheerleading types and student government types that were always harassing us and playing popularity games that they could fark right off.

I think my favorite was when we managed to get someone who'd been suspended elected queen, and then when they tried to salvage it by taking the runner-up it was someone that was dead drunk that we'd added as a write-in so they wouldn't have an eye on her.

Albeit, generally we'd let them in on the joke beforehand, but even when we didn't (or when they didn't believe us) the whole point was to pick someone that actively hated the popularity contest thing, so typically they thought it was as funny as we did.

filter:digitalrain: Ugh. I feel for the girl. Same thing happened to me in middle school. Back then I was tall - taller thanjust about every guy in school - and scrawny. No boobs. Glasses. Braces. I looked like a bucktoothedelven scarecrow.

Just before winter break, the principal comes into the cafeteria to announce the king and queen ofthe upcoming winter dance. No surprise, the king was the most popular boy in school. Then came theannouncement of the queen. It was yours truly. Fortunately, I was aware of just how unpopular I wasand I didn't think I was *really* voted queen because people actually liked me. Unfortunately, the kingheard who was to be his queen and promptly abdicated. Vociferously and publicly abdicated.

Mother Nature apparently takes pity on us unlovable geeks and social outcasts from time to time. Arecord breaking blizzard came through over the break and the dance ended up being cancelled.

Our homecoming king is manager at the local auto parts store. People still talk about that great football season when he was quarterback and led the team to a 2- 6 season!